You took all my fear away
You took all my doubts away
Took all my mistrust away
Took my resistance away
Now love is all I have left
All I have is love for you
Now love is all I have left
Lovin' you is all I do
You took anxiety away
You took my depression away
Took baby mama drama away
Took I'm not good enough away
Now love is all I have left
All I have is love for you
Now love is all I have left
Lovin' you is all I do
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Touch By Tim Conerson (2014)
You got hair, flowing everywhere
It's stringy and it's thin
It bounces when you walk
It's jet black and sewn in
Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm
I see your booty from over here
I wonder how it could be
Both so soft and so firm
It's magic and it's calling me
Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm
Yo' nose and lips are so full
I wanna feel your heat on me
I wanna lock my hand with yours
so you can set me free
Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt it
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm
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It's stringy and it's thin
It bounces when you walk
It's jet black and sewn in
Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm
I see your booty from over here
I wonder how it could be
Both so soft and so firm
It's magic and it's calling me
Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm
Yo' nose and lips are so full
I wanna feel your heat on me
I wanna lock my hand with yours
so you can set me free
Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt it
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm
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Monday, October 19, 2015
Upper Room by Tim Conerson 2014
My brothers and sisters are dying
Like dominoes they fall
The bodies lay still before me
But I'm not sad at all
I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
Grandma and grandpa are gone
They made their last call
Uncle and auntie left me
But I'm not sad at all
I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
We're killed from the inside out
But I'm still standing tall
The number of slain keeps rising
But I'm not sad at all
I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
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Like dominoes they fall
The bodies lay still before me
But I'm not sad at all
I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
Grandma and grandpa are gone
They made their last call
Uncle and auntie left me
But I'm not sad at all
I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
We're killed from the inside out
But I'm still standing tall
The number of slain keeps rising
But I'm not sad at all
I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
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Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Not Allowed
Little dark boy
As it stands
You are not allowed
To do a great many things
Not allowed
To make mistakes
As you develop
Not allowed
To control your self
If you serve the system
Not allowed
To care for other darks openly
You have one option
You can live free
Make your own system
For your own self
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As it stands
You are not allowed
To do a great many things
Not allowed
To make mistakes
As you develop
Not allowed
To control your self
If you serve the system
Not allowed
To care for other darks openly
You have one option
You can live free
Make your own system
For your own self
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Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Little Dark Girl
Dark boys should
Be aware of dark girls
They are wonderful beings
They are also trapped
Inside of fairy tales
They are the princess
You must be their prince
They will love you dark boy
And enjoy you at first
Once you penetrate their illusion
With your reality
They will never like you again
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Be aware of dark girls
They are wonderful beings
They are also trapped
Inside of fairy tales
They are the princess
You must be their prince
They will love you dark boy
And enjoy you at first
Once you penetrate their illusion
With your reality
They will never like you again
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Monday, October 12, 2015
All Is Not Lost By Tim Conerson 2013
The times are desperate
Many dangerous paths exists
They Are filled with snares and dead ends
But all is not lost
You can easily go inside of yourself
Wipe away poor choices
And lay a new path
A path of melanin without detours
That never has to end
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Many dangerous paths exists
They Are filled with snares and dead ends
But all is not lost
You can easily go inside of yourself
Wipe away poor choices
And lay a new path
A path of melanin without detours
That never has to end
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Sunday, October 11, 2015
Little Dark Boy by Tim Conerson 2013
Hey little dark boy
don't trust adults
most of them do no harm
but they do not help either
stand besides 2 dark friends
one of you will be a chattel slave
one of you just a servant
and the other will die
this is what the system
has prepared for dark boys
thousands of minds
work on your demise
do not fear or despair
little dark boy
for your mind has more power
than one million of theirs
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don't trust adults
most of them do no harm
but they do not help either
stand besides 2 dark friends
one of you will be a chattel slave
one of you just a servant
and the other will die
this is what the system
has prepared for dark boys
thousands of minds
work on your demise
do not fear or despair
little dark boy
for your mind has more power
than one million of theirs
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